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That was great.
You were great.

So maybe we could
do it again?

The others are coming, right?

We still got time.

What is the matter with you?

I gotta take a leak.

Go.

It's not my fault

they make those GargantuGulps
so gargantuous.

Doesn't seem to bother me any,
micro-bladder.

Karen!

What?

Are you sure I'm the only
guy you've ever had sex with?

Why?

Oh, my God!

Karen! Karen!

As I've told you many
times, Dr. Sweets,

I do feel remorse.

But not for stabbing
a man in the heart.

No. For succumbing
to the faulty logic

that persuaded me that
his death was desirable.

You know, a sane person would
regret murdering someone

more than being taken in
by a line of crap.

Define "crap."

Drivel. Blarney.

Nonsense. Balderdash.

Twaddle. Bull. Bunkum.
Hooey. Like that.

Now I realize it was
drivel-blarney-nonsense-

balderdash-twaddle-
bull-bunkum-hooey.

Then I perceived it as logic.

How are your hands?

I estimate that
I've regained

almost 60% full function,
which is not bad

for hands that
were torn apart
by an explosion.

You know,
you'll only be released

from this
psychiatric institution

if we cure you
of your delusions.

My card isn't working. Hello.

I was wrong, not delusional.

Your card must have
expired, Dr. Sweets.

Thank you.

Well, perhaps you should
consider that your delusion

is that you're not delusional.

How many pieces
in total?
Twelve.

Interesting anomaly: no head.

No head? That's odd.

Which is why I said anomaly.

Hey! No need
to be snippy

with my partner, pal.

Booth, it's all right.

What's wrong with your back?

Oh, nothing.
Well, you're
walking as though

you strained your
intertransverse ligament.

I might be able
to help with that.

No. I never should
have gone down that
small slide with Parker.

I'll be fine. It's nothing.

The body parts
were found

in this evaporation pool.

Look at that.
It's purple.

Kid said it turned purple
when he peed in it.

For future reference,
this is more of an anomaly

than a missing head.

Sad comment
on your life, Doc.

Again. Snippy.
You know,

if my back wasn't bad,
I would hit you.

Booth, I can take care
of myself.

Size of the limbs suggest
that our victim

is a fully-grown male.

What is with
the purple water?

Hodgins can analyze it.
MAN: Cell phone, Dr. Brennan.

All right,
don't tell me.
You want the entire

purple pond drained
and shipped back
to the Jeffersonian.

No. I thin
a small sample will do.

Great.

Although...
Oh...

Skulls are heavy.
The head could have sunk

to the bottom.

You're correct,
We should draiit.

We're draining it.
Let's drain it.

The ends of his fingers
look burned.

Torture?

Sometimes, guys
try to conceal

their identity
by losing their fingerprints.

Mr. Bray is
my brightest

scholarship student.

These are children's shoes,
but they're a size 11.

So you think our victim
was a giant toddler?

No. That would show up
in the bones.

Sarcasm does not play well
on the forensic platform.

I tracked down
the manufacturer

in Sri Lanka, and guess what?
Special order.

Time of death,
based on decomp,

between two and four days.

All the cuts
to the skeleton are clean

except for several incomplete
slices to the C-2 vertebra.

It comes to cutting off
the head, the killer hesitates.

SAROYAN:
Makes sense.

Gets easier
after the first chop.

What do you glean
from the X rays?

Slight spinal curvature,

hypermobile
extension joints,

cartilage deficiency.

Ehlers-Danlos syndrome?
We'll have

the FBI check with local

orthopedic
physicians.

The water turned purple
because of the

bottom-growing algae
called Lemanea.

Something agitated the algae,
so it turned purple.

The young man who found
the body urinated in the pool.

Huh. Well, average rate of flow
for males under 45 is, what?

It's 21 milliliters per second,
so, yeah, yeah,

that would be enough
to disrupt the algae.

Dr. Hodgins, have you moved yet?

Nope. If you hand me
those shoes,

I can check for particulates.

Where is Hodgins moving?

Oh, Cam thinks
that Hodgins should move

into Zack's Ookey room.

Oh. Cam's right.

I tell all of my grad students
not to be distracted

by the standards set by Zack.

I don't know who that is.

You and me, Wendell,
we need to talk.

BRENNAN:
If your back doesn't hurt, then
why are you letting me drive?

Well, you know what?
Don't get used to it, okay?
I heal really, really fast.

My guys, they didn't
find the victim's

head in the pool, all right?

But I put out a bulletin
to orthopedic doctors

within 200 miles
of the body drop.

Body parts drop.

The victim was killed,
chopped up, and then dropped.

Breaking in a new intern,
aren't you?

How did you know?
Well, because,

you know, you always
get overly-precise.

That's how I usually know.

Hey, so, you want me
to talk to him?

Break him in
a little bit?

No, Booth, you don't need
to fix everything

for everyone all the time,
you know?

I can handle myself.

Partners watch out
for each other.

Well, if that were true,
you'd let me fix your back.

My back is fine.

All right? All I need
is an aspirin, a hot bath,

and maybe a nice
single malt Scotch.

We cross-referenced
Ellen-Danny syndrome...
Ehlers-Danlos.

with those kiddy shoes
Ange tracked down.

Okay. We came up
with this guy right here.

Oh. Jared Addison.

25 years old.
Watch the road!

What? I am
watching the road!
25 years old.

Well, you're not
looking at the screen.
I am an excellent driver.

I'm guessing
that that's our victim.

My son was diagnosed
with Ehlers-Danlos in his teens.

Are you sure it's Jared?

Do you recognize these shoes?

Jared ordered them specially.

This distinct footwear,
in combination

with Ehlers-Danlos
and other markers

indicate that the
remains we found
belong to your son.

We're very sorry for your loss.
If you need a moment...

It would be helpful
if we could see your son's room.

You can see why
I recognized the shoes.

Mrs. Addison,

your son died days ago.

Why didn't you
report him missing?

I had no idea
Jared was missing.

BOOTH: Well, he lives here
with you, right?

Jared was a novelist.
He was finishing a book.

He checked into a hotel
so I wouldn't bother him.

I had no idea
anything was wrong.

Your son was
Jared Addison

the cult
science fiction novelist?

Wait a second. On the back here,
it says that he

lived in the Caribbean
on a boat.

No. That's not your son.

Obviously, the publisher hired

an impersonator,

and came up with some romantic

cover story.
How did you know that?

My publisher wanted
to do the same thing with me.

Jared's publisher

dropped him
after his second book.

Jared was
feeling a lot

of pressure to make
this one great,

maybe try to get him back.

Listen, Ms. Addison.
With your permission,

I'd like to bring
someone in here

to take a look over
your son's room.

You know, an expert.

What kind of expert?

You know, Bones. An expert.

I found coffee grounds
and sea kelp

in the treads
of the vic's shoes.

So, before the giant
toddler was killed,

he was brewing coffee
on the seashore?

Yes. That's it precisely.
Case closed.

Also, I found

a tiny fly egg, smaller
than any of the eggs

of any of the flies
common to where we
found the body parts.

Where is this
fly egg from?

In order to answer that,
I have to hatch it.

Seriously?

I'm an entomologist.

I have to hatch this insect egg

in order to identify
an important piece of evidence

in a murder investigation.

Where... where's the funny
in that?

I know you're upset
about breaking up
with Angela, Dr. Hodgins.

And I know you're upset
about losing Zack.

But, despite your personal
problems, this is a workplace,

and your attitude leaves
a lot to be desired.

Fine. If you want to make
a change, you make a change.

Otherwise, you let me do my job
and hatch this egg.

These action figurines,
they're awesome.

Hmm. Still living at home,
there, huh, Sweets?

No. I have my own place.

And, before that,
I lived with a woman.

All right?
Was that woman
your mother?

Yeah. Your mommy?

No. She most definitely
was not my mother.

If our victim is 25 years old,
I'd assume he was mentally slow.

Given the complexity
of his novels,

I'd estimate his IQ
to be higher than yours.

Then Booth is right.
Something else is wrong.

Ha! Full speed ahead, Sweets.

Let me have it.
Come on.

It goes without saying.

Everything is perfectly aligned.

Obsessive compulsive.

How does this help us?
People with

OCD repeat patterns
in their lives in order

to stave off
psychological panic.

Now, if we ask

which of Jared Addison's
set patterns

have recently been disrupted,

we may very well discover
what got him killed.

We can't ask Jared Addison.
He's dead.

She is wicked literal, huh?

Hey, it's her process.
Don't be mean to her.

Booth!
I'm not defending,
I'm just explaining.

I can defend...
You were defending.

I was explaining.
Whoa! This

is an interesting development
in your interpersonal behaviors.

No. What's more interesting
is that Booth's back hurts,

and he won't
let me fix it.

No. None of this
is interesting, okay?

Look, I just want to know

what kind of mojo
disrupted crazy boy's pattern?

My first guess? At his age? Sex.

Sex.

"Crazy boy" is offensive,
by the way.

His mother didn't
mention a girlfriend.

What's wrong with him?

Sweets, what are you doing?

I'm putting myself in the mind
of an obsessive

compulsive in order
to figure out where

I might conceal
a memory-enhancer

or psychosexual proxy.

Right. Right. What's that mean?

Masturbatory aid.

Oh. Check the shoes.
Good.

What? You're not going
to find it in the shoes.

Do all boys keep
their masturbatory aids

in their shoes, or is
that particular to you?

That's for me to know
and you to find out.

Ms. Kelly Sutton.

There's a phone number,
an e-mail address,

and a list
of sexual suggestions.

Whoa!

What? You're surprised
he has a girlfriend?

I loved Jared.

The age difference bothers you?

Well, Mrs. Addison said
that Jared wasn't really

all that interested

She said that I was pursuing
Jared, didn't she?

Fact is,
Jared wanted to marry me.

One study showed that
in 45%f successful
American marriages,

the woman was at
least five years older
than her husband.

Older women are sexually
experienced and less inhibited.

Younger men have

a greater sex drive
and theyan keep up.

I know quite a bit
about older women.

The woman I lived with
was 26, so...

Oh.

Sorry.

So, how did you meet?

Well, I help out my son
at his florist shop and nursery,

and Jared came in to buy
an orchid for his mother.

He was full of anxiety.

Probably about microbes, Booth.

Afraid ogerms?

I pied out an orchid,

and I took it out to his car,
and he was very appreciative.

And I thought
he was just adorable.

So I asked him out to dinner,
and the rest is history.

He fell in love with me,
and I responded.

Jared's mother thought
he was at the hotel

writing his bookbut thers no
record of him checking in.

He was at the hotel,
t for a conference.

Right, with the science fiction
writers.

No, for behavior modification.

If he was trying
to overcome...

If he was trying to overcome

his psychological issues,
that might

have threatened her.
With your support?

Of course

Look, I only wanted
what was best for Jared.

I'm not a crazy person.

I look at the remains
over and over

and I can't find
any cause of death.

Without the head,
we may never discover
cause of death.

And without cause of death,
it's much less likely

that we'll solve
the crime.

This fracture on the right
metacarpal

in the last two fingers
has got a nickname:

"the boxer's fracture."

It happens
if you slug someone

without keeping your wrist
dead straight,

so...

How did you know that?

I fought Golden Gloves
when I was a kid.

You X-ray my hand,

it don't look much different
than this.

I don't expect anyone

to live up to Zack's standards,
Mr. Bray,

but that is extremely good work.

Mr. Bray,

have you ever conducted
a sexual relationship

with a woman over 20 years
older than yourself?

I ask because,
anthropologically speaking,

there's a correlation

between physically aggressive
young males

and sexual precocity.

I'm pretty sure

you aren't any 20 years older
than me, Dr. Brennan.

Why would my age be relevant?

Very good work
on the boxer's fracture.

ADDY:
What'd you bring me, Hodgins?

Huh?

Try and figure this one out.

A lemma on its own
is difficult to solve

because the solution changes
dependent upon whether or not

the subsequent proposition
is auxiliary or subsidiary.

So, I got you
beat, right?

Yeah, that makes me king
of the...

That-That makes me king.

We're gonna get you out
of here someday, Zack,

and you can be king again.

I know you're lying
to make me feel better

and not to be malicious.

Want to hear about the case
we're working on now?

Body in 12 pieces.

And get this: no head.

So, 13 pieces.

The linear functional

must be bounded before you apply
the Riesz representation.

What?

The characteristic polynomial
of a differential operator

is not the same thing
as the characteristic polynomial

of a matrix.

You solved it?

Yes.

I'm king of the loony bin.

Yeah, you are.

Hey, I got an idea.

I'm gonna leave the case file
with you.

It's got all the X rays far,
all the data.

Maybe you'll find something
we missed, huh?

I've done that many times
in the past.

Angela says you and she
aren't together anymore.

Yeah, you know.

I'm sorry things are going
badly for yo

Why are you laughing?

My best friend is lockedp
in a loony bin,

wearing gloves because
he blew up his own hands

and he feels sorry for me.

Mud is not dangerous,
mud's not toxic,

mud is not poisonous,
mud will not hurt you.

Now, what you're gonna do
is you're gonna dip your hand

in the bucket
and you're gonna
mix it around.

Do it!

It's what u would
call ashiner."

I know, Bones.

Now take that mud,

rub it on your arms,
your legs, your stomach,

your feet.
Get it in there.

Let's go, let's go.
Come on, ladies.
No. Can't.

Guys, on the chest,
it's not gonna hurt you.

No, no.

I can't do it.
I can't.

Who's in control, Ralph,
you or the OCD?

Oh, Go oh, God,
oh, God.

Do you want to be ordered
around by a disorder?

No, I want order, not disorder.

I ve been where you are, man.

I have felt your fears.

Now look at me now.
You can do it, too.

Ralph?

Oh, got a runner.

You think you want
to follow Ralph?

All of you?

But you don't want
to do that.

You do not want
to do that.

I know
because I'm one ofa.

Excuse m Maybe you'd
like to follow me.

I have a few
questions for you.

I'm a professor of psychology
at the University of Maryland.

I received a grant
to conduct trial research

on methods of reforming
OCD behavior.

Was Jared Addison
on of your students?

I'm bound my patient
confidentiality.

I'm sure you understand.

Jared was chopped
into pieces

and tossed away into
an industrial pool.

Yeah, that's not one of your
therapy exercises now, is it?

Oh, wow. Oh, God.

Uh, yes, yes.

Jared was, was one of mine.

He, uhI believe
he was making

progress despite severe
mysophobia.

Mysophobia. Which is...?

The germ phobia.

Right.

He'd hold a flame under his
fingertips after shaking hands.

He literally burned
the germs away.

When was the last time
you saw Jared?

Thursday afternoon.

He took off right after we
completed the toilet exercise.

You mean, you went
to the bathroom?

No, each participant is required
to pick a mint

out of the toilet and hold it
on their tongue for ten seconds.

Maybe Jared gave you
that shiner

after you made him suck
on a toilet mint.

We know he struck someone
with his right hand.

Yeah, just like this,

right there.

You see? Right there
like that.

I was punched by another
participant

who had an extreme reaction
to the floor-licking exercise.

Is it common for patients
to attack you?

It happens.

There's a lot of stress
involved, people break.

Some people would see
what you do as torture.

Yeah, maybe when Jared let you
down, you broke.

Let me down?
Jared was my star patient.

It's a tragedy he died
before he could fully

enjoy his new freedoms.
Excuse me.

It's okay, Ralph.

We'll try again tomorrow.

I'm not here to apologize,
Professor Amerian.

I'm here to confess.

I killed Jared.

Can you please sterilize your handcuffs
before taking me in

I just want to say
for the record,

that you're here of
your own volition,

and have declined
legal representation.

Why are you letting
Sweets conduct this
interrogation?

Crazy guy, shrink,

it's a no-brainer.

Are we gonna let Sweets
interrogate

all of our insane suspects?

Annoying, isn't it, Sweets?

Why did you kill him?

I didn't mean to kill him.

The fact is, if I don't eat
at exactly 8:14 a.m.

according to this watch,
the person nearest to me dies.

Professor Amerian told me
not to eat till 9:00 a.m.

according to this watch.

Jared was sitting next to me.

And you believe that's
what killed him?

When you lock me up,
I should either keep my watch

or you should only put me
next to terrible people

who deserve to die.

Did you, by any chance,
dismember Jared

after you killed him?

No, I just killed him.

BOOTH:
Oh, no, we got
to keep looking.

If Jared was having breakfast
with Ralph,

how come he never showed up

to that day's session?
Ralph,

where did Jared go after you had
breakfast together?

To the coffee bar
in the lobby.

Why?

To get coffee.

Hodgins found coffee grounds
and sea kelp in the treads

of Jared's shoes.

What can I get you?

A sample of your grounds.

Just take 'em, Bones.
It's garbage.

You don't need a warrant.

Garbage?

What's going on?

FBI.

Special Agent Booth.
Do you recognize this guy?

What did he do,
lodge a complaint?

Because I never actually
hit the guy.

I pushed him

in the chest
with maybe two fingers.

A nudge.
Why'd you push him?

The dude had me wash my hands
with antibacterial soap

before I started
on his cappuccino.

Then he had me redo it

three times because
the cup was dirty
on the outside.

Which it was not.
Look at my cups.

Pristine.

So you pushed the dude
for insulting your cups.

No, all of these OC-DC people
are the same.

Complaining. Every day,
I'm throwing out

perfectly good coffee.

I'm going bankrupt.

He did it to me
one too many times,

and I cracked.

Call it a crime of passion.

So, was that the last time
you saw him?
Nope.

Guy came by here the other day
and we made nice.

Thursday, he apologized to me.

He even shook my hands

without putting on
rubber gloves.

He was like a different guy.

Professor Amerian's methods
were working.

Oh, God,

please keep that
under your hat.

That's all I need is for this
place to become

the coffee mecca
for the phobics.

Hey, Wendell. Come in.

What can I do for you?

You said come to you
with questions.

I owe people money.

It's not technically a question,

so there's not much
for me to go on.

What I gotta do
is keep my nose clean,

graduate top of my class,

and get a good job
so I can pay off that debt.

You're worried about
getting fired

because you can't satisfy
Dr. Brennan, right?

Never mind.

Wendell...

Wendell, hold on.

You never actually
asked me a question.

The guy, the psycho who
helped the serial killer?

Could you please not
call Zack a psycho?

Crazy as it sounds,
we all still love him.

He was Dr. Brennan's
boy toy, right?

What, boy toy, as in... sexual?

(scoffs):
No.

Where did you get...?

No. Absolutely not.

Plus, the FBI guy.

Again, no. Wrong.

Then she hit on me.

I don't think so.

She looked me right in the eyes
and asked

if I had any experience
with older women.

It's like, if you want to work
around here you gotta...

Wendell, stop.

You need to look

for some alternative
explanation for what you think

happened between
you and Brennan.

And if you can't
think of anything,

then you should just...
assume you're hallucinating

or insane

because she absolutely
didn't hit on you.

I'm glad we talked.

You get anything off
the victim's cell phone?

I was able to recreate
a call list from the SIM.

SAROYAN:
He only called one number.

MONTENEGRO:
Once a day for 30 days
at exactly the same time.

Who is it?

I called the number

and recorded the answer:

RECEPTIONIST:
Forward-Retro Publishing.
How may I direct your call?

Does that mean anything to you?

Yes.

Forward-Retro is the publisher

who dropped Jared Addison
after his second book.

The publishing game has changed.
You know what I mean, Dr. Brennan.

No, I do not.

Try me, Mr. Tushman.

Book-wise, it's no longer
about good writing per se.

It's about marketability.

Of the book.
Of the author.

There's a reason why
your photo takes up

the entire back cover
of your books.

Because I'm a very good writer.

You're serviceable.

But your success
is contingent upon

your image
as a hot scientist chick.

That's not true, is it?

No, of course not.

Don't call my partner
"a chick."

What's the matter with you?

Finefine, got it.
The point is

I had to hire a guy
to pretend to be Jared:

book tours, press the geek flesh
at the nerd conventions.

is guy?
Yeah.
C.D. He.

The deal I had with C.D. was
to let him write his own stuff.

And you know what, it was good.
He started selling.

So I had to choose between
Jared and C.D.

So you had no contact with
Jared Addison after firing him?

Absolutely none.

Yeah, that's a lie.

He called you every day.

Whoa, Bones.

Ask him what happened
to his tth.

That's assault.
Are your hands clean?

Yeah, my partner wants to know
what happened to your tooth.

Jared Adson punched him.

I admit to that
cause and effect situation.

Why'd he punch y?

Probably because he said
Jared was a bad writer.

I didn't kill Jared.

But you think I did

because of a minor
physical altercation.

You know what?
Explain yourself.

Jared came into
my office.

And he told me he was
cured of his OCD.

He mentioned, um, toilet candy?

He said he was willing
to go out on the road,

hustle the books
however I wanted.

I told him I wasn't interested,
I heard it all before.

And, uh, then he clocked me one.

Didn't hurt.

Then I told him that
I would take on his book.

Why did you change your mind
after he hit you?

So if I punched you,
you'd read my manuscript?

Jared hit me

with his bare hand.

The old Jared Addison would have
never done that.

You believed he was cured.

Can you imagine the
sales I'd have gotten

off of revealing
the real Jared Addison?

I'd have made a fortune.

Dr. Hodgins?

Shh...

My egg from the victim's
shoes is hatching.

You need quiet for that?

No, I just thought it might
stop you from talking.

Pushing it, Dr. Hodgins.

How's about we say
you found the line?

This fly might tell us where
Jared Addison was murdered.

Oh, look, look, look, look.

Hey, there, little buddy.

This is a white fly.

Only lives in very warm,
humid climates.

Jared Addison's
old lady girlfriend

used to work at a nursery.

Hey, Dr. Saroyan..

I'm not moving
into Zack's space.

I'm not being difficult.
I just...

I can't do it.

I hope you understand.

I understand.

I thought you being
the one who moved

in there would be
easiest for Zack.

Well, if he were a normal human,

that might
be true, but...

Yeah.

Okay, here's the thing,
this new guy, Wendell?

He might be nuts.

Hi, Angela.
Pickle?

He thinks Brennan hit on him.

Why does he think that?

He says she asked him
if he was interested

in having sex
with an older woman.

Which is impossible.

Which I set him straight about

in no uncertain terms,
believe you me.

I'm certain
she did exactly that.

No, no.
I've known Brennan for years

and there's no way,

believe me that...
Our murder victim

was 28 years younger
than his girlfriend.

Dr. Brennan was probably
looking for insights

in her clumsy
yet endearing way.

You might want to let Wendell
know that you misjudged him...

in no uncertain terms.

Well, Wendell also says that

he owes a lot of people
a lot of money

and that he really
needs this job.

Like the mob or something.

Oh, no, no, no.

Unless it's rampant paranoia,
not my jurisdiction.

But on the other thing,
I'm solid.

You know, the last time
I listened to you,

you broke up me and Hodgins.

No.
Yeah.

Angela, that wasn't my fault.

I think you know that.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So what do we think here, huh?

Yeah, what do you think?

Oh, yes,
this is definitely

an environment conducive
to the white fly.

(whistles)

I'll start
taking some samples.

Can I help you?
Yeah.

FBI.
Special Agent Seey Booth.

We have a warrant here
to search the premises.

Is this about
Jared Addison's murder?

Yeah.

No, no, Bones,
don't touch that.

There's tons of disgusting
stuff and chemicals...

Not here.
Our fertilizer's
100% organic.

My own blend.

Ugh!
There you go.

Now you're gonna get sick,
your stomach's gonna go

upside down,
it's gonna be a mess.
Coffee.

Coffee?
Sea kelp and
coffee grounds.

Jared Addison was here shortly
before he died.

Jared was
my mom's boyfriend.

Heavy emphasis on the "boy."

Yeah, well, we heard this place
kind of freaked him out.

All the germs, yeah.

But he was here.
I don't know if it was

the dirt that made him
squirm or the question,

but the kid
toughed it out.

What question?

He wanted my permission
to marry Mom.

And what was your answer?

I told him I thought it would be
creepy to have a stepfather

who was ten years younger
than me.

I told him he should forget
about it

and try to be normal.
You told him no?

I said no,
he could not have my blessing.

He's lucky I didn't
conk him on the head

and chop him up
for fertilizer.

But I didn't.

White flies.

I'll do some lab work,

but they look to be
the exact strain

that I hatched at the lab.

I'm sorry, did you just say
you did conk him on the head?

I said I didn't.

Booth.
Yeah?

Flies on the shovel.

Oh. We know that flies are
attracted to manure and blood.

The flies are mostly
on this shovel.

It follows that there's
something different
about this one.

Will that warrant
let me test the shovel?

Well, yeah, it's out
in the open, so it's fine.

I'm going to use
phenolphthalein.

It'll tell us

if there's blood
present on the shovel.

What's pink mean?

It means you caved in
Jared Addison's skull.

And/or removed his head.

I'm going to have to
ask you to close up shop
and take you downtown.

We have a few questions
we'd like to ask you.

Somebody as smart as you
should know better.

Oh, I don't smoke.

I just...

I don't smoke.

So...

you weren't totally wrong
about Dr. Brennan.

I can't risk having
sex with my boss.

Like I said, I got debts.

No, no, not totally wrong,
I said.

When she asked you about your
experiences with older women,

her interest was
anthropological.

She was looking me
right in the eyes.

She's direct...

and awkward.

Now, you've got
two choices here:

you either answer the question,
like me or Zack,

or you tell her
she's being inappropriate,

like Booth or Cam.

Either way, she's not gonna
hold it against you.

You're sure about this?

Yeah.

Frankly, I'm more worried about
the money owing thing.

I can pay my debts.

Yeah, but you can't
work on legal cases

if the wrong kind of people
have leverage on you, right?

Wrong kind of people?
What's that supposed to mean?

No, I'm trying to help, Wendell.

If they're the wrong kind
of people, then so am I.

Could you please not yell?

My whole neighborhood ponied
up to send me to school.

They're working people.

They make money
with their hands.

I need to pay them back.

Oh.

I... I-I...

thought you owed
the mob money.

Like, we're working
on a mob case

and you owe the mob money.

I don't owe the mob money.

Yeah. See the problem?

And I don't smoke.

When I gotta think, I ask myself
what my dad would've done.

He smoked all the time.

Holding a cigarette,
it's stupid, okay,

but it helps me get
into his head.

But he died of lung cancer.

So I do not smoke.

Wow, Wendell,

once you start talking,
it's... wow.

I don't get you people.

I'd like to work here,
but it's like a minefield--

too many ways
to step wrong.

I admit it takes
some getting used to.

Good luck.

SAROYAN:
It wasn't blood.

On the shovel--
it wasn't blood.

Bones's magic juice
didn't work.

No. Phenolphthalein
is not magic.

It's an indicator

that reacts with...

Potato proteins.

Potatoes?

Phenolphthalein turns pink
in the presence of potatoes.

I locked a guy up
because of potatoes?

He might have done it, Booth.

But we all know that
without the victim's head,

we aren't likely
to solve this murder.

Well, maybe Wendell here
missed something in the bones.

I didn't.
SAROYAN:
Don't blame Wendell.

He's doing very well.
I just wish Zack were
here, that's all.

BOOTH:
You got to
get over it--

Zack's not coming back.

I know where to find
the victim's head.

This is not good.

How did you get out?

You don't appear happy
to see me.

Oh, we're not.

Well, I am.

I... really am.

BRENNAN:
Zack!

Aw...

(quietly):
I doubt he got a weekend pass.

Zack, how'd you get out?

Dr. Sweets helped me.

Oh, well, then I totally change
my mind about Sweets.

I now love him.

Does Dr. Sweets know
that he helped you?

No. You're hurting my arm.

BOOTH:
All right Zack, you're
with me and Bones.

The rest of you go play
with your microscopes,
or whatever it is you do.

Let's go-- bone
room, now, march.
Come on.

ADDY:
Everything in the room

is organized in sets of 12.

A dozen shoes
in the closet,

a dozen action figures
on the shelf,

a dozen pencils
in the pencil holder.

Even books are grouped
by the dozen.

BOTH:
I should've noticed that.

Sets of 12 must be
a manifestation

of Jared Addison's OCD.

I did an analysis of his novels.

There's no recurring
sets of numbers,

only recurring images of germs
and fear of microbes.

Okay, then what is
with the number 12?

They live
at 12 Kindergarten Street.

"Kindergarten" has 12 letters.

"Alphanumeric" is also
a 12-letter word, by the way,

but I suspect
that's just ironic.

Okay, this side of him
I don't miss at all.

Books, CD's, everything--

it's always 12.

In the yard,
everything
comes in 12--

paving stones,

plants, decorative rocks,
gnomes--

always 12.

Oh.
What?

Well, Jared Addison
wouldn't have been gardening--

he's germ-aphobic.

Even his name, Jared Addison--
12 letters.

Oh.
What?

He didn't name himself,
his mother did.

His mother has OCD, too?

That's the most
reasonable conclusion.

But the body
was found in 12 pieces,

not counting the head-- why?

The incomplete saw marks

on the C-2 vertebra

were hesitation marks.

She couldn't deal
with the part of the body

that was her child's face.

You. You used me to escape?

How?

Your card.

Sweets, one crime at a time.
Murder first, okay?

Why'd she kill her son?

He was overcoming his disorder.

Jared Addison
was ready to take control

of his professional life.

He'd found love
and was ready
to leave her house.

It wasn't just his patterns
he was destroying, it was hers.

And as a result,
she suffered
a psychotic break

and murdered her own child.

You know, I still have my card.

I swapped out the magnetic strip

with my loony-bin
library card.

Wait, that's why it didn't work?

Zack, where is
Jared's head?

Everything
comes in 12s.

Everything except
for... this.

* There's a cold fire,
there's a crossfire *

* And it's something *

* Inside *

* Inside *

* And we'll never,
never make it *

* And we'll never,
never break it *

* Until *

* Until *

* And you got style *

* And you got grace *

* And you got the needs
to lead the place *

* But you'll never,
never make it *

* And you'll never,
never break it *

* Until you learn to see *

* Until you set free *

* Set free *

* Set free *

* Ooh, set free *

* Set free *

* Set free *

* Yeah... *

* Ooh... *

* We will rewind
and we will let go *

* 'Cause we realize
that we have *

* That we have no control. *

Well...

...Zack was right.

Of course he was.

As always.
Time to go.

I should get back.

Okay.
(clears throat)

Okay.

BOOTH:
Okay.

Yeah, come on,
let's go.

Come on.

Easy.

What took so long?

Relax, Sweets, okay?

He's all yours.
Wait, uh, I thought

we'd do this together.

Look, just walk him back
through the front door, okay,

don't look guilty,
and if anyone asks,

you took him for electroshock.

All right?

Don't escape again.

You got it, Zack?

Figure out who our killer is,
you call me or Dr. Brennan.

Not Sweets.

(whispering):
Yeah. right?

Wait.

What if he...

I don't know, what if
he overpowers me or...?

Zack?

I'm much stronger
than I look.

He's done it before;
he killed a man.

Okay, Zack, promise
you're not gonna kill Sweets.

I promise.
There you go.

Yeah.
(laughing):
There you go!

I gogreat seats
to the Capitals.

If we bump into anybody,
let me do the talking.

I haven't actually literally
done it before, you know?

Had sex?
Ended someone's life.

Why doesn't anyone
ever believe I've had sex?

Y-You confessed to plunging
a knife into a man's chest.
No.

I said I killed him,
which I did.

I told the Master
where to find the man.

But you didn't plunge a knife
into the man's chest?

It wasn't me.

Zack, why did you confess?

I would have done it--
if the Master had asked,

I would have done it.
No, no,

you don't know that.

People have no idea if they're
capable of ending a life

until they're put
in that situation.

(sighs)
In all of our sessions,

I've had questions marks,
because you, at heart,

are not a killer.

I got to... I got to tell
Dr. Brenner and Booth.

You can't tell them--
because I'm your patient,

and you're not allowed,
ethically.

Zack, don't you want
your friends to know

that you didn't kill anyone?

I'm still
an accessory to murder.

If you tell them,
they'll take me out of here

and put me in prison.

Hodgins assures me
I would not do well in prison.

Okay, what about the person that
actually did commit the murder?

He's still out there.

No. The Master killed him,
so he could recruit me.

There can only ever be two.

You have to let me
tell the truth.

You can't tell anyone
without my permission.

We should go in.

I don't want to get you
into trouble.

What are you doing?

Throwing out my book.

It's still
on your hard drive, right?

Nope, not anymore it's not.

You erased it? Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
What?

Stop.
But I don't want to
be a writer anymore.

Why, because of what
that publisher said?

He was an idiot--
did you see his glasses?

I don't want to be
a sexy scientist.

Well, that's like me saying

I don't want to be
a sexy FBI agent.

We can't change who we are.

Oh, God, this is just...

it's not good for the back.

"Suspenseful and chilling."

"Temperance Brennan
leads the pack."

"Anthropology has
never been more exciting."

You memorized my reviews?

Angela can scan these
and get 'em back
on your computer.

You know my reviews, Booth,
but... do you read my books?

Every single word.

You never said anything.

Well, I figure, you know,
I'm all over your real world--

why would you want me
in your fantasy world, too?

I can appreciate that.

You see...

how this works, huh?

It's give and take;
we're partners, huh?

Except you won't let me
fix your back.

Oh, come on, my back is fine.
Oh, really?

Wait, wait! Okay, how do I
know that you're not gonna,

like, paralyze me
or make it worse?

I also help you
by explaining

a lot of things to you.
Yeah, well, you
know, I explain...

...things to you just as much
as you explain things to me.

Well, my things
are more important.

(cracking)
That's debatable. Oh!

Ow.

Necessary pain.
Yeah. Necessary... Ah.

The way you really help me is...
is help me be a guy.

I help you be a guy?

Yeah. You know, it's
a guy's thing to...

fix things, to
make 'em right.

When I fix things, I feel like
I am one with the universe.

(cracking)
(shrieks, groans)

Whoa.

God! That is amazing--
how'd you do that?

See? We help each other--
quid pro quo.

I know what that means--
"quid pro quo."

Sure you do.

I know a lot of things.
Well,

you didn't know
what "mysophobia" meant.

Well, you didn't know that you
could just take coffee...